I'm surprised
By the gentleness
Of his lips against mine
Like the sun
Kissing the horizon.
I can feel the colors
Pulse through my veins;
In my fingertips--
In my toes.
The kind of sunset
You want to capture
And never let go.
The kind of sunset that is inspired
By divine artists,
The kind you can feel
Not just see.
But I wonder--
Can he feel the colors too?
